Life in the Woods
Walden is perhaps the most influential book I’ve never read. Thoreau’s tale of life in the woods was introduced to me while I was still in my teens via the film Dead Poets Society. Even then it struck a chord. “I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately… to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life…and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.” I like to think I’ve been sucking that marrow all my life, balancing studies and career with plenty of simple pleasures – food, friends, songs, travel.
These past few years I have embraced his ideals even more, simplifying my life and trying to live as self-sufficiently as possible. It is coincidental that Lithuania looks very like the area in Massachusetts where Thoreau lived when he wrote Walden. We recently took a walk in a wood by a small lake. The day was warm and sunny but the water was still frozen at the edges and the shady woods still had a light covering of snow. The photos remind me very much of some I have seen of Walden Pond.
Someday I will get round to actually reading Walden. Not today, though. Today I’m going for a walk.
Photos taken at Paršežeris lake, Lithuania.